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Killa Cam’Ron Digs Deep
In the sultry, slow, even-toned raps his fans have come to love, Cam tells the story of his escapades with a fine young piece and how he changed her life by hitting the bottom of her punani. His voice rides cleanly over the lyrics he spits, even when they somehow don’t actually rhyme.
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Impressions of Istanbul
A country in flux; coffee shared over small, wooden tables and fortune telling.
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Puppy Videos
I’m all about puppies during finals because I never feel like less of human than when I have written the phrase “sociopolitical framework” and wondered whether what I meant was actually “geopolitical,”
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My Own Private Princeton
During Reading Period of freshman spring, I developed a strange study habit.
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We’re All Born Naked
Harry Gorman and Ellie Diamond have inspired the Nassau Weekly to start its own drag career… we are henceforth known as Narcissa W. Eakly. Wait, scratch that. We’ll workshop it.
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Intime Knows that Sex Sells
They say you learn something new every day. “Aight,” you’re going, “but do you really?” I’m gonna go out on a limb now and say that that’s the basic premise of this here education: learning. But even if I’m generous and say that I learn something new every day I go to class or do…
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Synesthesia
When the girl sings, I see the strings in her voice the velvety tendrils, winding and fluttering the spaces between us trembling with crimsons shuddering with saffrons blazing with the teal of Sunday church bells I never doubt the clarity of her melodies, when the webs of mellifluous reds bleed out and she inhales every…
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Hundreds Humbled by the First Year Move-in Experience
A satirical take on the chaos that was this year’s freshmen move-in.
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Secretly Sexy
You know what I mean: it’s that je ne sais quoi that attracts you to someone, the little things you can’t put your finger on when you’re talking about the object of your affection with your friends.
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This Is How God Walks the Playground
Two fists and a bruised knuckle. No lunch money. No school bus. He wears his soles out each morning, drops them at the back of the courtyard, and goes to class barefoot. Doesn’t say much. He sits alone some days and other days he doesn’t. Always the same thing for lunch. Carrots and men.